At the sight, Petunia, who had been so overbearing moments earlier, narrowed her pupils and cautiously ran over to Dudley, who was clutching his backside as though remembering some unpleasant experience. She cradled his head and comforted him quietly.
Vernon forced his eyes wide open, his flab trembling as he pointed at Douglas and roared:
"What exactly did you do? You're not allowed to use... use... in this house!"
Douglas said mildly:
"She's fine. She was just being rather noisy, so I had her go back to her room for a nap. She'll wake up when it gets dark.
"Besides, do you think she should hear what we're about to discuss?"
Vernon looked at Aunt Marge with concern, but ultimately said nothing.
Petunia kept trying to persuade Dudley to go back to his room, but Dudley simply refused to listen.
A brief silence fell over the house, finally giving Harry time to think about the question from earlier.
He looked at Marge, then at Petunia, then back at Douglas, and asked cautiously:
"Professor, she said 'your family' just now, didn't she? You and Aunt Petunia are family, so does that mean..."
Harry was a little excited, but he dared not be certain, afraid that what he heard might not match what he had guessed.
Douglas patted Harry on the shoulder, then said, "One moment!"
Then he drew his wand and pointed it toward the door that had been blasted apart. Before long, the door magically returned to its original state.
Seeing this made Dudley tremble even harder with fright. He remembered how a strange man had once pointed an umbrella at him, and then he had grown a pig's tail.
Petunia held him tightly, comforting him in a low voice.
Vernon planted his bulky body in front of his wife